His choosen bride

(Elina)

“I…well… I don't think so… I can handle it,” I said moving backwards, Florence just barged into my room with two women he introduced as Sara and Lucy. Sara was the youngest and looked rather timid. She had her head bowed the entire time, as if afraid someone might scold her. Shifting my gaze to Lucy, she was slightly an old lady with sharp eyes. White silver hair neatly tied in a bun and was wearing a gray skirt reaching below her knees and a tuck-in white shirt with a gray coat. Some black canvas as well

“Elina, the king ordered you to be given servants to wait on you… madam Lucy and Sara will be your servants. Lucy has been working for this family for so long…” Florence said, as if trying to make me understand. I didn't need servants around me. Why would the king do that

“But…bathing me… I mean I… I can do that…,” it sounded insane to learn I had to be bathed, I was a fully grown woman, and I didn't need anyone seeing my nakedness